January 2010
Changing my pinwheel to a TIE PEWPEWPEWing is not as easy as I’d hoped.
Sometimes I regret being a traditionless bastard with no blood history. For example, I could be doing this: http://tinyurl.com/yfut9fe
RIP http://twitpic.com/10gby2
Weller WESD51 came back broken after being borrowed. Need a new iron, suggestions? Considering something like the Aoyue 968 rework station.
How I packed for my “business trip.” http://twitpic.com/10akak
Stop. http://twitpic.com/10ak2q
Bummed the Jan 27 event didn’t announce a bump in MBP specs, would have been a great excuse to snag a new deck. Can justify quad core, SSD.
I call this kind of headache an RLH (Reproductive Lady Headache) as it feels my melon is about to give birth. Wet, rending birth.
BTW, managed to wardrive from a twin rotor, armed, helicopter this afternoon. Point, match.
Great. PDF (in expense report ) from e-mail from Mail.app has “scarf-ninja self portrait” I took and somehow applied to my contact info.
Per diem in Kuwait City is off the chiz-ain. Corporate ghost of a shell HIGH FIVE. *pause* *sob*
I love you, Rust Mite: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Rust_Mite,_Aceria_anthocoptes.jpg
…except “Q-Fizzle.” Our would-be thieving navigators might just pay him a visit.
Nickname for our housing area changed from South Park to District 9. Utterly fitting. Stencil work begins at dusk.
My wearable tech bretheren: http://wearcam.org/computing.html/ (Last modified: Mon Dec 18 03:26:38 1995)
A mere second after he publicized he regretted not registering the domain first.
Grilled cheese sandwich? More like THRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH.
I now own thrilledcheesesandwich.com and will be taking a placeholder photo as soon as I have access to the materials: thrilled and cheese.
Starting 8 tiny computers (thumbs won’t reach) all at once and watching intently to see which “wins” the “race.” #christthisislame
New cat! I call him AFGHANO McTENTCAT, of the clan McTENTCAT.
He’s a dusty mix between woodge and a jaguar. With giant balls and voice to match.
Suffice to say my weathered cargo pants, now covered in crap from that burned out vehicle, have hit critical tool mass.
Need for coveralls overwhelms. I’d tech the shit out of them.
